You are a dragonfly, and you touched the center of my lake.
Then, my memory will make a corrugated skirt, and even loneliness will be embroidered. At this time, my youth is beautiful.
The autumn wind dispelled the cold silence on the earth, and there was a whisper in the sun. I listened attentively, but all the news about you in the wind is called silence, and every time I miss it is called forgetting.
I shouldn't blame you for not reading Ye Zhi's affectionate poems to me, because we didn't meet head-on, but you happened to pass by my lake when you were too tired; I shouldn't blame you for holding your breath with a buttonwood leaf, because your inner anchor is too heavy, and you don't expect another adventurous voyage; I should not blame you. I bought eternal memories with my temporary love, because you have a pair of flying wings, and you are destined to travel far away from me.
You are a dragonfly, and you touched the center of my lake.
Then, the voice of wings trembling gradually moved away from my uneasy mood, but your departure did not restore my calm, so I fell into a whirlpool of sadness, and the resistance formed by beautiful wavy lines surrounded my heart.
You woke me up from the depths of my dream just to tell me that you should use a kite to stay away from the rain in June. I can only stay where I am. I sealed all our secrets in the Woods and gave them to autumn. I hid in my autumn clothes and recalled my mood at that time-it was an eternal dragonfly dream, and I seemed to wake up before I started.
You are a dragonfly, and you touched the center of my lake.
I mistook the ending for the beginning, and I still can't believe that the fate with you has gradually dissipated with the ripples. You broke through my sight and disappeared into the blue sky. ...
So I know that you are no longer a dragonfly, and I no longer have a lake.
1. Reading this passage has a special feeling. This passage is very poetic and touching. Picturesque scenery is generally associated with people. Unconsciously, a dragonfly appeared in my mind. Unconsciously, I seem to be a lake, accompanied by some loneliness and sadness. You are a dragonfly. You didn't mean to point to my lake, you didn't mean to break into my world, you didn't mean to appear in front of me, but I deliberately remembered you. I know it's not accidental. You are just a passer-by in my life. No matter how I keep or give up, you are destined to travel with wings and you are destined to leave with flying dreams. Maybe I should have known that the beginning of the story was just a mistake and an accident. However, your accident has become my necessity. You, destined to leave,,,.
The story of the lake and the dragonfly is actually a story of you and me. When the dragonfly passed through the middle of the lake, ripples appeared. The middle of the lake moved, but the dragonfly never came back. Dragonflies point to the middle of the lake and never have a happy ending. That fate, the ripples of the old swing gradually disappeared, leaving only the loneliness and loneliness of the lake.
Your carelessness has become my forever, yes, I shouldn't blame you, because you are just careless.
In fact, when the dragonfly passes through the middle of the lake, the story ends.
Meet in one's lifetime
Will not be spared
The palm of your hand suddenly grows a tangled curve.
Before sensible, after sensible.
It won't last a day.
If you can't stay, you can't count the time.
I decided to take off my feathers and complete this lonely journey alone. And gave the peach blossom to Tao Yuanming; Qinghe to Zhou Lian Creek; Narcissus returns to ancient Greek mythology; Lilacs belong to the "Rain Lane" oil-paper umbrella; Keep the bright sadness for yourself forever. At the ferry crossing where I met my soul for the first time in my life, I was holding an expired old ticket and quietly waiting for the last passenger ship to reach its destination. ...
In silence, quietly calm the dust in the world and keep an eternal pure land in your heart; Let all the young troubles fall into the mud and be buried quietly. Dust washed away, empty mountains and clear rain in my heart. This is my only wish. It's just that you don't understand my delicate mind and often confuse my quiet reserve. Perhaps, you will never touch the quiet wind. Your heart is exhausted, leaving only the ghost of my words hovering over you. ...
The face is covered with fog and exists in the state of plants. Hold your breath, in the west wind of flowing water, realize the wonderful truth of flowers and laughter at Lingshan holy meeting with the grace and agility of a bay. "The weak willows are suspicious of the wind, the jungle is like a towel, and the smile is also embarrassing." Love for you is always quiet. Your last look and smile left me without any speculation, and I never said any sad parting.
In fact, my love for you has always been quiet, moving in my heart and wet in my eyes, making the petals of my dying heart fall.
But immersed in a dream without trace, a person looked at the world coldly. "Homeless, can tell the difference between life and death; No brothers. You can talk about Sang Ma; People waiting for me, I have no dreams to give. The body is already like the canopy in autumn; My heart is pinned on running water. How can I be a dream girl again? "
The road of wandering is always so difficult. "I don't know what I'm thinking, water and wind are empty." Years look at you and me across the bank, growing old inch by inch. The feelings accumulated in the words gradually fade away and grow old in the ticking of the clock. Always a passer-by, the arrow of time shattered blx. The hustle and bustle of the city and the world of mortals can't hide the bustling desolation.
Relive the throb in your heart and often ask yourself, where should I put you? Where do you put yourself? Who is the beauty of words? Who are the words crying for? Who will words always sing for? Who makes words happy and sad? Who once sang a lifetime of concern in classic old songs? Who once said in words like water that wind and rain will always be together? Who made the only agreement in this life in autumn fairy tales?
A wisp of ghosts, sitting on the cold branches, separated the past dreams with clean and quiet Leng Yan. I once told a stupid lie in a rosy dream, closed my eyes and thought I was in heaven. When the hands of the years sharply awakened the sleeping dream, I found that I was still in place.
When the carrier of time becomes a disorderly line, problems flash from the distant horizon and fall into broken language and infinite thoughts. Fragmented tenderness, through the reincarnation of the past, was full of secular thorns trap. In the evening wind, unknown thoughts are in the valley, and there is fog all year round.
Tonight, I will write the most beautiful and touching music for you. The lingering vines trapped by the ancient road pushed the tears to the sad corner. Hiding in the hut, listening to the bright sadness and whispers between the lines.
Buddha said: live in the present. However, my slender hands can't hold the fleeting time, so every moment has become history. I really want to go to that long and narrow old street; I really want a ferry to take me to the other side. But I don't know, the other side is bustling with 3 thousand, can there be ferry people in the world of mortals? Qingming Lingtai, the Zen machine of searching up and down, where is the light of rebirth?
You said I looked like the girl who strolled leisurely in the lilac rain lane. I sincerely pray for you on those moonlit edges and on the drizzling road. Happy petals are pure petals, because some of us are dreamy and elegant. You are over in waterinfo. You sing day and night on the waves, and your songs are clear and clear. I followed the song to find you. Are you and I really just separated by a flower?
Knocking on the secular door, one after another, for the sake of the ups and downs of dreams, chasing the breath of sunshine, walked for a long time. Wandering under the surface of fate, watching it occasionally ripple, feeling like wings, pointing out the direction with your heart, still looking for you, and following along with the most fragile memories and the most difficult times.
People around me come and go, and the old songs in my ears are no longer listened to. Through the moonlight outside the window, I looked out and saw the bustling lights all over the street. Is still the world of mortals, traffic, bustling.
I always meditate alone in the dead of night, feeling the emptiness that seems far away. Leave an elegant corner, let the soul stay at your feet, and let the notes of your thoughts ripple in a calm heart. Fold a piece of moonlight for you, lonely heart, sleep outside the moonlight. I don't need any prosperous decorations. I just hope that after many years, I can play with you in harmony, dye the fragrance of my palm in Guli's articles, leave a fragrance and play the last touching chapter for my life.
The rose blooms in the dark, masking all its fragrance. Moonlight waterfall, clear eyes, your soul is close to the pianist in snowy days, and your temptation whispers in your ear. In the season of flowers flying to Wu Ye, you ignited the hidden passion with abundant blood. A gentle whisper, like a ray of sunshine, shines warmly on my cold heart. Looking back suddenly, the beautiful soul sang and sang, listening to the sound of falling flowers and falling branches, all the way through the lonely wind and dust. After many twists and turns, facing the bright wind, I cut Han Mei into a notebook of youth and put it into the classical Book of Songs.
Stand at the tuyere of the years and listen to the ebb and flow of the tide. Meeting in the riverbed of the moon, the second brother opened his noble heart with hereditary honor. My love for you is always quiet, and I always love you between the lines. Every evening, I write poems for you silently with the clear jade water on the shore. Silent fingers stroking the keyboard, grinding a pool of ink for you, recording all the passing plots, one by one, quietly continuing. Eternal love is interpreted in words, past love is colorful in words, and golden brocade is endless in time and space.
The glory of the grass in the sunset outside the window seems to be waiting for an ancient darkness. After the low tide, the rocky beach is like a naked heart.
"a flower has been picked for a long time, but it is reluctant to throw it away when it fades;
An umbrella lasted for a long time and I don't remember when the rain stopped;
A road has been walking for a long time, and it can't go to the end when it gets dark;
I thought for a long time, but I couldn't say it when my heart ached. "
Stroking the strings of the heart, thoughts become water, like a secretly surging wave, and everything has no direction.
Boating in the heart of the sea, who is so obsessed with my words and refuses to leave, becoming the lamp in my sudden look back? Who is so obsessed with my words that I can't bear to go far and become eternal in my words? Who beautifies my words, who sleeps in my heart forever, let me write my words in the moonlight and flow quietly along Luoshui. ...
The red pen is empty and the dream is full of water, and the catkins are snowing every year. The dust of life, back and forth, blowing tirelessly. Clockwise, walk calmly and leave alone. For some time, the weather is still sultry, which makes people feel the length of summer in the south. I don't know that the cold breath is spreading in the north at this time. When the cold wind comes again, the wilderness in the north must have been gradually bleak. Purple sand was soaked in ChristianRandPhillips's tears, and I read Li Sao in my voice. Living in the city, immersed in books and words all day, seems to forget the change and invasion of the season. At first glance, a majestic autumn wind hit the vaguely landing window lattice, and my body seemed to be full of coolness.
The sun spread out into a road. Golden radiation field, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the wind is weak. The swaying shadow, walking wantonly, in a trance.
This is the day when autumn wind kisses the cool mood. The leaves in front of the house seem to turn yellow overnight, which strongly stimulates the eyes and emotions between the entrance and exit. And I sometimes see a few pieces flying and falling in the air, giving people a rich and desolate taste.
"With empty city, should be idle clock. Just like falling leaves in autumn; Dust is to time; Running water is a reverse journey to rest by the stream. That moment was not for meeting, but for not missing and not being happy. For this moment, I am not afraid to say separation, and whether this separation is true or not, it is far away. Because my heart is irregular, I am not afraid to wait; Because of this waiting, how many seasons of flowers have withered, so I combed my white hair and the years fell. And mountains and water are woven into picturesque scenery at the extreme. In a trance, the mountain is me and the water is you ... "
"Wait for me, but I don't have a dream. The body is already like the canopy in autumn; My heart is pinned on running water. How can I be a dream girl again? "
Chen Luyu, a famous host of Phoenix TV, was recommended by Yang Yang, a famous director of CCTV. China Green Candidate Baby Shi Tianqi's stunning new work in 2008.
Post-80s girls interpret classical poetry in modern language, bringing you into a beautiful and fresh world of classical poetry.
Life is like a flower in March, you can see the beginning, but you can't guess the ending.
An easy as.
The beauty and loneliness in the depths of the soul always need a person to experience.
-Annie, baby
The origin and extinction are beyond our control, and the margin is thick and thin. What we can do is to cherish the short time when karma met.
Amy Cheung
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2008 has passed, and after tasting the pain and being happy, desperate and proud, we bid farewell to this trendy and ups and downs year.
Tianqi, 2 1 year old, tells us that everything here was born on a quiet night. This is a romantic and extravagant thing in itself. Romantic night, extravagant 2 1 year-old, and this writing idea.
All kinds of stories written are foggy stories after all; And the life behind him is a hopeful unknown.
At the age of 2 1, write freely and dream happily. When I wake up, the sun hangs as a curtain, which is another most beautiful time.
Tianqi said in the book that as long as a piece of sugar, it can be sweet for a lifetime.
Life is long, and we all need to smile and taste it. ...
Time is like water, always speechless. If you are well, it will be sunny.
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When I saw this sentence elsewhere, I hesitated for a long time and felt a kind of warmth and emotion inexplicably.
Sometimes a word is worth a thousand words, enough to warm all the desolation and indifference in my heart.
Always wanted to be a quiet walker,
Leave yourself in the deepest part of the world of mortals and keep the original bud and joy.
Or get stuck in the light and shadow, and look through those vague old dreams.
Time is like a glass of still water, which is still deep and can still flow deeply.
But this mood has nothing to do with romance, the water has passed away.
Standing at the crossroads of time, I look back at the beauty and gentleness I have passed.
Many people, many things, many desires and longings that used to be flowery,
Still flowing slowly in the long river of years, looking back silently.
Counting every paragraph of emotional words reveals a touch of melancholy and heaviness more or less.
There is also a kind of unprovoked melancholy and confusion.
Reach out my hand, and the water color pours out from my fingers like quicksand, like an enchanting and decisive butterfly.
No matter how tightly you hold your hand, no matter how hard you try to hold the years that have never been desolate in your life,
Youth is like a feast of the whole city, with heavy makeup on the stage and a luxurious and low-key ending.
Those beautiful green plants are still the deepest and truest sweetness and pain in my heart.
I often receive phone calls or text messages from my friends when I'm not expecting them.
Don't need too many words, and don't need too many greetings and hypocrisy.
A few faint greetings or blessings can breed countless wonderful and moving people.
Listening to the soft or low voice on the other end of the phone,
Just chatting, knowing that we are all well, and smiling at each other is enough.
Accustomed to such a day, a person, a book, a cup of tea,
Look at all the stories and plots in those faint music.
I know that all the applause and cheers are nothing more than a romantic nothingness.
In the twilight of sunrise and sunset, the flowers bloom silently.
I stayed where I was, waiting for the warmest moment in my life.
Waiting for a pair of hands, holding me gently and happily.
Things are complicated and time is always silent.
The so-called obsession may be illusory, and the so-called arrival is just the end.
And youth, how like grand fireworks, is fragile and so easy to fade.
No matter how beautiful and exquisite it is, it is just a glimpse.
How can the past blowing in the wind be carved like running water?
Looking back a thousand times, I still can't remember the past years.
No matter how big the vanity is, no matter how complicated it is, it will eventually return to truth and plain.
And you and I haven't had time to lay a good foundation for ourselves and set a good direction for ourselves.
Thorns and setbacks broke out and drove us to the wall.
Just wait for the empty flowers to sigh, desolate and salvage the unfinished memories with the moonlight.
Endless, endless world of mortals.
Only one trip can change an understanding, and only one trip can change an experience, that's all.
Like quicksand in the palm of your hand, you can't hold that charm and coldness, and you will die if you can't hold your fingertips.
I like to say "fireworks can't be cut" silently, and I like this extreme depression.
Just a few words, people are full of desolation and loneliness.
I am not a person who is good at expressing feelings and thoughts, and I will not pile up words with a lot of paper.
I am just bright and sad, clear as water.
Sigh that there used to be so many light flowers,
Now there are only half a sigh and memories left, which accidentally messed up yesterday's eyes.
Look in the mirror and count your temples.
Suddenly, I was shocked, and time passed in silent silence.
In a flash, my heart was tangled and overgrown with weeds.
But I finally know, understand, is still a constant existence.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not.
Perhaps only words can dispel the biggest confusion and flooding in my heart.
Or maybe everything is meant to be.
I let myself drift across the lonely river, and I also let myself cross the rust.
Have a silent and sharp dialogue in the name of poetry.
Dusk is heavy, memories are mottled, and the fragrance is still there.
Life is a one-act play with very similar plots.
And I, just in other people's stories,
Capture your own feelings and feel the joys and sorrows of others.
When silent memories and support,
Into a small touch, into my inner enrichment and enrichment,
Rolling in the world of mortals, who is the spectator and passer-by in whose life?
When we were young, we always liked to pretend to be lofty and mature.
I like to think of myself as the eyes behind floating life.
With a thorough understanding of everything, I looked down at all the ukiyo-e paintings coldly and calmly.
But I can't smile and ask for a little wisdom.
Any triviality and vulgarity can easily defeat me.
To restore life itself, my smallness and humbleness are not worth mentioning.
Only the deepest desire of the soul,
Like a firefly, the faint light guides me all the way.
Life is too shallow, and this river and lake is deep.
After the initial vague mark, some people and things are destined to get lost in the running water.
Outside the window, it is a time of big flowers, dazzling away.
In the window, there is a feeling of loss, standing in the breeze.
Pushing open a door called years, many years have finally been gradually stranded.
And you, always the light and shadow in the diagonal lattice,
Wandering on the edge of dream and reality.
If I can reverse the silence behind nonsense and slap the wrinkles of the years,
Check the fragments of memory together and smear your fingertips with warmth.
Then the sky in September will definitely become pure and clean.
It will definitely make all the thoughts fly in an instant and the seasons go back and forth.
If time is locked in lush green, dragging Leng Yue clear autumn,
With such a weak water, who will get you drunk except the world of mortals?
In this world, no road is repeated.
Just like loneliness, just like memories, just like some days, some people will still become the direction of attention.
But the wind has relaxed, and the tattoo has left a dark wound, which hurts like yesterday.
I always believed,
Some injuries can't be erased, some memories can't be erased, and some people can't let go.
Even if I sit here thinking about you at the moment, or one day I leave you,
I will take root in your world with love and hope.
In this life, you have a good life, which is sunny.
Walking grass
Yinshan chilechuan,
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is gray and wild,
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
Come to the vast grassland and be attracted by the subtle sound.
That's the sound of grass relaxing from the bottom of the grassland; It is also the sound of grass tips and swimming clouds dancing with each other when the wind blows. This is a kind of whisper that can't be heard in a crowded world. People's eyes and ears always stay in the glory of the world, forgetting that there is a deeper dialogue on the grassland.
I gradually understand that the story of birth and death in the world has long been contained in the ups and downs of nature, silently showing it to people, indicating endless life and bringing water out of flowers. People must exhaust the spirit of a lifetime to understand, but for every grass on this grassland, germination in spring and withering in autumn means a lifetime. People have no reason to boast about their longevity. People are not as good as a grass. There is no expectation for germination and no regret for withering. Suck up the water and sunshine that a grass should absorb, occupy the land that a grass should occupy, do its due duty, and then turn it into soil to make grass buds that germinate next spring.
All kinds of grass are like this, as well as grasslands.
I have been looking for where I can be more calm and where I can be taught to be more fluent; JaeHee disturbed the world, but he was constantly disappointed. Only then did I know what I was expecting. Mountains and rivers attract me from time to time, but I'm all thumbs. The steadiness of the mountains and the magnanimity of the water have nurtured the people of Ye Ping and the cattle and sheep in the grasslands.
If the fragrance of rice and flowers on the edge of Tian She once made my heart breathe a sigh of relief, it was not only the hard-working cultivators who made them so, but also Ye Ping and running water. If Songtao in the depths of the mountain ever comforted me, it was the heart of the mountain that made me so. If the opening and falling of peach blossoms have ever brought me a sigh, then I must be grateful. It is the ethics of mountains, water, flowers and birds that have untied me.
I have never seen a mountain, and all ethnic groups in the mountain, Qi Xin, work together to hold up the earth; I have never seen a lonely river, and there are thousands of water needs to meet. There has never been a peach blossom that never fades. They abide by the principle of life and death, and let the four seasons and the earth finish the story.
Glory is the duty; Doing it is also my duty.
The grassland in front of me is undoubtedly part of the relationship between heaven and earth. The harmony that attracts me is that the sky is boundless and unintentional, the mountains sit unintentionally, the grasslands sway unintentionally, the cattle and sheep bite unintentionally, and I am watching unintentionally.
At this time, I am not only a rock in the mountain, but also a cloud swimming in the sky; It's half-stem grass, and it's also the hair on cattle and sheep.
People can't stay out of the scenery. When I set out again, I was a walking grass, calling back my soul for me who was still addicted to the world of mortals.